Professor
Owen’s archaeological expedition had left from Madras on the 24th
of September 1875. After crossing the mountains of western Ghati
it had disappeared in the thick forests of that region without leaving
a trace.

My betrothed, Miss Jill Owen, daughter of the professor, reached
me in Bombay on the 19th of March 1876. Even though I had described
her the extreme dangerousness of those forests and wild region,
she did not listen to my reasons and organised a new expedition
in order to find her father.

We departed from Bombay on the 9th of April and reached Madras in
fifteen days. After a short break we resumed our journey and traced
back the path followed by professor Owen and his men, until we arrived
at the remains of an ancient palace surrounded by thick vegetation.

We camped for the night by fixing three tents by the ancient palace’s
main wall, which was still sound, and three sentinels stood at the
entrance of each tent.

The next morning, when we got out of our tents, we saw that our
sentinels had been bound and gagged, and a group of warriors armed
with bows and arrows surrounded us. We immediately raised our hands
up in order to show our friendly intentions, while from the rear
of the group of bowmen a short, elegant, agile man moved forward:

‘The Maraja of Calicut Lampoor welcomes you’ he said.

‘Well … we are here only to find the members of an archaeological
expedition, who got lost in the forest’

‘You do not have to give me explanations. I know everything already.
Please follow me now’.

After walking through the forest for about one hour we reached a
huge open space where a magnificent castle stood in the centre.

We entered through the main gate and were ushered into a wide room
richly furnished.

‘My servants will prepare a hot bath for you and a meal. We will
meet again tonight for the banquet’.

We were all washed and anointed with perfumed oils by the servants.
Jill was entrusted to the care of two extremely beautiful maidens,
who accompanied her to the female section of the castle.

The banquet began at seven and continued for a few hours. The Maraja
sat between two of his wives and spoke with us about England and
imperial politics. No one dared ask anything about the professor,
but the Maraja, at a certain stage, seemed to divine our thoughts:

‘Do not worry about Owen, he is here with me and is fine, as well
as the other people of his expedition. However I consider his research
an unbearable intrusion, and therefore I expect a ransom for his
delivery. Tomorrow morning I will give Miss Owen a contract concerning
our ancient rite. If she subscribes it, Owen and the others will
be freed and you will be allowed to leave together for Madras’.

We were all perplexed and confused. Jill looked at me with frightened
eyes, and I held her hand to encourage her, while the servants led
us to the sleeping rooms.

The next morning, after breakfast, a servant gave Jill a roll of
parchment. She immediately opened it and started to read. The more
she read, the more she blushed and sighed, and finally said:

‘I have no choice, I must sign the contract’

‘But what is it about?’

‘I cannot speak now. You will see tonight’.

I was very anxious all day long, but eventually the night came.
This time I found neither the Maraja nor Jill at the banquet.

Around eleven a servant came to me and told me to follow him. I
said bye to my companions and moved behind the servant. We went
out of the castle and proceeded through the forest until we reached
a smaller open space.

A very strange spectacle appeared to my eyes. In the centre of the
open space there was a broad and high stage illuminated with torches
and adorned with coloured clothes and flower garlands. Beneath the
stage a full-scale orchestra sat in complete silence.

I approached the stage, which was surrounded by a big audience.
I was invited to sit on a very high chair, which allowed me to see
perfectly all the stage and what was going on in it.

The orchestra began to play at once a sweet oriental melody, while
a group of young girls, dressed with light veils, danced softly.
Then the dancers left the stage and an open litter, carried by four
boys, arrived, on which Jill lay among silken pillows.

She wore a garland on her blonde hair, and had a drowsy expression
as if she had just woke up. After getting off the litter she was
invited to sit on a throne covered with a soft, white fur.

The orchestra stopped and the Maraja appeared on the stage from
nowhere. He approached Jill, took her hand and made her stand and
walk toward the audience. He removed her silken short blouse, and
disclosed her beautiful and very white shoulders. A cloth of pale
blue silk encircled her delicate but full breasts, which seemed
to overflow. He intensely kissed her at the root of the neck and
on her shoulders, then over her breasts, on her chest that lightly
panted. He took her hand again and led her back to the throne.

Three white horses came to the stage, and three skilful horsemen
vaulted on their backs, while riding them. The orchestra played
again, then stopped, and the horses left the stage with their riders.

The Maraja took again Jill’s hand and guided her before us all.
Three servants placed by her a wooden beam supported with two long
poles. The Maraja bound Jill’s arms up to the beam with a silken
band, which anybody would have been able to break. But Jill did
not do that. She stayed meekly bound, with her arms up.

When the Maraja removed the silken cloth, which covered her breasts,
her blonde beauty shone brightly. It was the first time I admired
her breasts. Since we were not married yet, I had only exchanged
a few furtive kisses with Jill, whilst I sat by her father and mother
in the darkness of the Covent Garden.

The Maraja kissed her armpits for quite a while; then he switched
to lick her snowy breasts. After licking them, he sucked them hard
and caused Jill to utter tender, little screams. After about twenty
minutes he stopped and showed us Jill’s breasts covered with small,
red spots.

Two maidens led Jill back to the throne and rubbed her breasts with
perfumed oils.

At this stage six warriors climbed to the stage, who defied each
other in a dancing game and accompanied the orchestra with the sound
of their swords.

The Maraja challenged and defeated the warriors with his sword,
and drove them out of the scene. He took Jill by the hand and removed
her silken skirt. Her legs were wonderful. The Maraja kneeled down
to the ground and kissed those legs of snow down to the feet. He
wanted that Jill trampled under foot his neck, which he offered
her.

Then he took off a silken cloth, which covered Jill’s hips, and
under it a very small, red loincloth appeared, which barely hid
her sex. He made her turn and showed her ample, soft, full and voluptuous
bottom, which was crossed through the cleft by the red thread of
the loincloth.

When I saw that, I was struck dumb and felt dizzy. It seemed to
me that jealousy, desire and excitement had reached an unbearable
limit.

Jill was again invited to sit on the throne, and three elephants
came to the stage, which performed different exercises with jugglers
and dancers. But I was hardly able to see them, while pleasure and
pain nailed me down to my chair.

The Maraja led again Jill to centre of the stage and took off her
loincloth. A flower was deeply inserted in her vagina by the stalk
and only showed its pale petals. The Maraja sweetly pulled it out
by holding Jill’s hand, sniffed it and cast it to me. I caught it
in the air and grasped it in my trembling fingers.

Then he asked her to turn over, and showed another flower deeply
driven into her anus. Jill’s divine bottom looked even more beautiful
with that flower. The Maraja took the flower out and ate it while
he stared into Jill’s eyes.

Then the servants carried again the beam, and the Maraja, once again,
bound Jill’s arms up. He embraced my betrothed, who was quite taller
than him, and kissed her on her delicate lips, while she shyly returned
his kisses. With extreme slowness he began to penetrate her while
standing, and did a sort of strange dance. After a few minutes he
loosened her, took her in his arms and placed her onto a bed, which
had been brought to the stage in the meantime. Here he copulated
with her many times, and penetrated her even from behind.

At this stage the orchestra played again, and Jill’s naked body
was covered with a silken, black veil.

Jill seemed to sleep deeply, while around her an entire choir of
young boys danced and sang sweet melodies.

After about one hour two wonderful girls approached Jill and woke
her up. She sat on the bed and smiled at them. They offered her
a big crystal calyx, from which she slowly drank. Then they asked
her to stand, and placed by her a beam of black wood supported by
two tripods a bit higher than a table. They smiled and invited her
to sit on the beam. Jill seemed a bit perplexed, but one of the
girls took her by the hand and made her sit on the beam, so that
her bottom was entirely and openly exposed to the audience.

Now one of the girls held Jill by both her outstretched hands, while
the other kept a wide golden cup just under Jill’s anus. At this
stage the girl holding the cup delicately passed her forefinger
between Jill’s open buttocks while kissing softly her back. She
continued to pass her forefinger up and down the cleft for a few
minutes, and sometimes stopped at the very sensitive little hole,
to which she gave light, circular micro-massages with her fingertip.
When she saw that Jill was slightly trembling, she caressed with
one hand her blond hair falling on her shoulders. Then Jill turned
and offered her mouth to her, which she promptly kissed with passion.
Then the girl took Jill’s hair in one hand and pulled it tenderly
but steadily, and Jill released a long and solid excrement, which
slowly filled the golden cup.

The Maraja came before Jill and offered her, by kneeling down, a
big garland of multicoloured flowers. The he placed on her head
a golden crown adorned with diamonds, took her by the hand and made
her walk around the stage, while he invited everybody to applause.
Finally he asked her to lie down on the bed, so that she might show
her back, and covered her naked body with petals, but left her buttocks
uncovered. He bent and leaned his head on her bottom, then asked
for a flower made of gold and precious stones, with a golden, smooth
and thin stalk. While Jill stayed immobile, he drove the flower
in her anus slowly, and left it standing there: a precious flower
on a bed of petals.

Everybody remained silent, and the Maraja left the stage. From a
distance the voice of night birds could be heard. For two hours
it seemed that the audience was in mourning, as if a funeral vigil
was going on. The orchestra played a very sad melody, while Jill
lay on the bed without moving, as if she was dead.

Finally the Maraja came back to the stage. He sat on Jill’s bed
and removed the golden flower, which he offered to one of the girls.
He kissed her buttocks and anus, then invited her to take a sitting
position. They embraced and kissed passionately for quite a while.
Then he asked her to stand on her fours, kissed her anus and started
to sodomize her very slowly. However the operation seemed to be
unsuccessful. He rubbed her little hole with a yellow cream and
tried again, but to no avail.

At this stage he asked one of the boys to take his place. The smaller
tool, after a few efforts, found its way, and the boy was literally
dying of pleasure, while Jill panted. The Maraja drove the boy away
and resumed his position. Their bodies united in a divine ecstasy,
while Jill showed her pleasure by uttering the sweetest screams
and sighs.

I could not stand it anymore and fainted.

When I regained consciousness, Professor Owen was by me and smiled,
while Jill held my hand and stared into my eyes.